Love shall his bow and shaft lay by,
And Venus’ doves want wings to fly;
The sun refuse to show his light,
And day shall then be turn’d to night;
And in that night no star appear,
If once I leave my Celia dear.

Anonimo: Begone, sweit night, brano tratto dal Duncan Burnett’s music book (c1610). Ellen Hargis, soprano; «The King’s Noyse», dir. David Douglass.Begone, sweit night, and I will call thee kynd!
Where does thou dwell, since not upon mine eyes?
It’s more not tyme that I my wayes sould find.
Begone! and when thou comes again, come twyse.
Away, away!
For I must go and meit my love at the peip of day.
Bot thou to Death are too, too neir of kin
To come and go as thy desyre hath beine.Aryse, bright day, it’s time to claim thy right;
Disperse the cluids, and with thy golden beams
Both comfort me and strick the churlish night
That wold not go nor yeeld me pleasant dreams.
Aryse, aryse!
And with thy golden finger point me [to] where scho lies.
Teach me hot once and set me in hir sight
That I may know who yeelds the greater light.Stay, gentle night, lest thou be more unkind
To leave us languish, who enjoys our love!
Go not away, hot keip us here confin’d,
Nor pairt us from those pleasures which we prove.
Bot stay, ah, stay!
For I must go and leave my Love at the peip of day.
But if thou do, return so soon again
That our desires feel not the day’s disdain.But if thou wilt to day resign thy due
And so divorce me from my dearest dear
In secret silence sall my heart goe rue
Wishing the day war done and I were there
Where she, where she
And I might spend the silent night where we wont to be,
Where prattling day dare never more appeir
Nor yit presume to wrong my dearest deir.